Golden sparks sprayed across the star-jade flagstones as Sovereign Vael wrenched his wrists back from the violent suction.
His armored fingers trembled. The golden gauntlets, forged from deep-realm astral brass, were scorched black along the palms where Kaelen’s siphon had taken hold.
Beside him, Sovereign Nyx dropped three yards, her glacial mantle flickering like a blown candle.
“The ground is drinking our circulation,” Nyx hissed through clenched teeth. “He isn’t blocking the power. He’s drinking the conduits.”
Vael spat a mouthful of bitter blood onto the stones. His face twisted with humiliated fury.
“Then we don’t feed him through the open earth,” Vael snarled, his voice vibrating with desperate malice. “We forge the harvest into a hammer and drop the entire sky on his head.”
Vael reached both arms toward the distant apex of Moon Nine.
Nyx raised her silver scepter in unison. Their divine senses merged, locking onto the central capacitor vaults buried within the hearts of all nine satellites.
